Pain from a rap catMan you didn't know thatThree AM, man, we bumping Bobby WomackMy homie keep all his bullets hollowThat's why I smell like Salvatori Faragomo with the diamond sparrowA rap cat with the BOSS apparelI put my rhymes on your block then I run it just like little DarrellMoney and dope, man, don't come for freeMan, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemiesI turn around like a tornadoRock it like a baby cradleCall me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatalI make MC's do angel dustTake 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jumpI don't know why I get highI'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dryHot like a kettle, when the pedal hits the metalPinocchio you know son is Jepetio, helloDeep fried just like Friday fishA lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch

Yeah, in anything I do I put my everythingAlways feeling deep inside just like Mary J.Ha, I'm never panicing, I'm bored stiff as a mannequinGrew up fast just like AnakinBaby its gullible, its Alice in WonderlandAll the excuses in the world I can't understandCause I'm a man of these times, the man to get highBlow big, but my gross is family timeAin't no way to intervene in my industryMoving quicker then a centipede on enemiesOne of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is writtenIt goes on, as long as time commences

[Chorus]Shit, it's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from going underWhen they hit me with the thunder and lightningIts trifling, enlightening, and frighteningSome might think that it's even exciting

I'm like a Harley Davidson motorcycle, born to rideWith the force that the courts call the last JediI'm like a veteran, off Excedrin'sCause I be getting headaches from these Letterman'sI asked this little freak about my rap styleShe said, "It's so damn dope they might take you to trial."I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmosChopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and VagoRaps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body runRaps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run

I'm bout to go in like a movie, but no stunt double so parachute meBut somehow I feel I survived on a flukyI have to hit the scene, livin' out my dreamsThen I said I was sorry to DJ's and MC'sComplete to everyone who kept their ear to the streetThen my homie came through with the Al Capone SuiteGot twice as deep, don't forget, you know how low they getIntimidating so I pose a threatComing like a slider, right by yaKnown to drop a rhyme in on time, and prescribing accurate alignmentThe center of attention, we'll bend a agendaTo enter this rap game the number one contenderThe outta sight, and dope lyrical white, and watchin' tricks fightin'Hyping up the crowd late night, and watching Tennessee TitansEverybody just loving because we like andI strike in first class light fast, just like lightning

I force my rhymes in your veins like hot shot of heroinYou'll got cold turkey trying to work meIt's like a pad lock, when you in the headlockSix in the morning and you didn't here the Feds knock

[Chorus]It's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from going underWhen they hit me with the thunder and lightningIts trifling, enlightening, and frighteningSome might think that it's even exciting

I'm consistent, adding all statisticsWhy don't we cover the spread like the bitch never existedPhonographic rotate the plastic spinningLiving like I'm knowing it's gonna be a drastic endingPlaying classics, meditating these tactics to overcomeThe show is done, anticipating to roll a bluntBaby, getting anxious, hitting and I can't miss the focal pointWhen locals say, "He ain't shit."Man it's Equipto, put it all down for my homiesAnd rolling my weed right next to the policeNothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugsUp in your program fucking it up

I'm in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think it's a bad thingHitting 'em off with the see & H pure caneI get stuck in your membraneI'm like a pimp at a party when you say look at them ringsI use a Motorola, the mood is baking sodaWhether it's in Denver, man, Houston, man, or North DakotaWith no apology, tech-tech-tech technologySome brother disin' me, or even thinkin' heI got the soul and the spirit of the wrath of KahnKick back and write just like the holy Koran

[Chorus:Repeat x2]It's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from going underWhen they hit me with the thunder and lightningIts trifling, enlightening, and frighteningSome might think that it's even exciting